Another jobless morning
driving for brunch
wallowing in life's melancholy
where are all the people
surrounded by fall
turning black the faded white noise
the cure tells me
we're all the same
and it hits me
a midday epiphany
you're in
the same deep water as me
I've not a single touch of human contact in weeks and its killing me. I guess I partially understand what it would be like if I'm the only one left on earth
Is this covid or is it fear?
Am I now sheep or deer?
Unfortunate looks the world has thrown me a leer
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Anonymous Writer 378
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